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Semitzin turned towards him, and her eyes were blazing. "She shall not have you!" she cried. "I have won you I have saved you you are mine! What is Miriam? Can she be to you what I could be? You shall never have him!" she continued, seeming to address some presence invisible to all eyes but hers. "If I must go, you shall go with me!"
Yet it was not by this name that Kamaiakan addressed her. After making a deep obeisance, touching his hand to her foot and then to his own forehead and breast, he said, in a language that was neither Spanish nor such as the modern Indians of Mexico use, "Welcome, Semitzin! May this night be the beginning of high things!"
She waved her hands with a gesture of adieu, turned, and left the enclosure. Kamaiakan sank down again beside the empty bowl of the fountain. Semitzin returned along the path by which she had come, towards the house. As she turned round one of the corners, she saw a man's figure before her, strolling slowly along in the same direction in which she was going.
But there are some things that I do not know; and it is for that I have been bold to summon you." "What can I tell you that can be of use to you in this present life, Kamaiakan, when all whom we knew and loved are gone?" "To you only, Semitzin, is known the place of concealment of the treasure which, in the old times, you and I hid in the desert.
"The purposes of the gods cannot be altered, Semitzin," replied the old Indian, who perhaps would not have much regretted such a calamity as she suggested: it would be a simple solution of difficulties which might otherwise prove embarrassing. "It is my prayer, at all events, that the entrance to the treasure may not be closed."
The air had suddenly become close and tense; and now a long breeze swept like a sigh through the garden, dying away in a long-drawn wail; and out of the west came a hollow murmur, like that of a mighty wave breaking upon the shore of the ocean. "The earthquake!" whispered Kamaiakan, rising to his feet. And then he pointed to the stone basin. "Look! the spring!" "It is gone!" exclaimed Semitzin.
He could not make advances to her: he had no opportunity to do so: she was making advances to him! "My love," she said, standing before him, "I have come back to the world for your sake. Before Semitzin first saw you, her heart was yours. And I come to you, not poor, but with the riches and power of the princes of Tenochtitlan. You shall see them: they are yours! Kamaiakan, take down the chest."
"O Kamaiakan!" shouted Freeman, as loud as he could. A distant hail, from the direction of the desert, seemed to reply. "That can't be he," said Freeman. "It was at least a quarter of a mile off, and the wrong direction, too. He's in the gorge, if he's anywhere." "Hark!" said Semitzin. They listened, and detected a low murmur, this time from the gorge.
A streak of blood, from a wound on the head, descended over the right side of the forehead. "Is he dead?" the Indian asked. "He is not dead," replied Semitzin. "A flying stone has struck him; but his heart beats: he will be well again." She poured some water from her canteen over his face, and bent her ear over his lips. "He breathes," she said.
"Would it be less a murder to send me back to nothingness than to let her remain there? Mine is the stronger spirit, and has therefore the better right to live. I ask of you only to do nothing. None need ever know that Miriam has vanished and that Semitzin lives in her place. I wear her body and her features, and I am content to wear her name also, if it must be so." Kamaiakan was silent.
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